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the zias freestyle uncut - juice wrld lyrics

[part i]

[verse 1: juice wrld, b. lou & zias]
huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, yeah
i told him that i’m a k!ller, hm
f*ckin’ on a white b*tch, i had the milli’ vanilli, that b*tch is vanilla
you know what i’m sayin’?
ayy, i’m finna spread, i give the head what you tell her
i told her “b*tch, we together you know it’s forever
you run up i’m shoot my hand on beretta”
i’m off of the top, i f*ck up the weather
i’m f*ckin’ her good, i f*ck her so good
you f*ck her okay, well i’m f*cking her better
ayy, ayy, i’m so cold, watch i made a b*tch need a sweater
knock ’em out, knock ’em out, floyd mayweather
he got a coat, n*gga, no sweaty weather
he got a coat, n*gga, no sweaty weather
b. lou, n*gga, can’t n0body do it better
i smoke a n*gga like a f*cking arm’dilla(?), n*gga (yeah)
sh*t he was smokin’ on this dope, n*gga laugh, propeller
n*gga, smokin’ on this dope got me high as a propeller
yeah, i f*cked the b*tch, and i’m f*cking on the yellow
hit from the back—
yeah, hit from the back, i’ma hit the b*tch better
if the b*tch freaky then we gon’ f*ck her together
if the b*tch freaky we gon’ f*ck her together
if she really freaky she gon’ suck us together
then after that, f*ck her, we’a keep her forever not as a main, but as a side though
pull up on the scene, choppa, yeah, that’s my side ho
ayy, yeah, huh, you know though
n*ggas full of sh*t, they some motherf*ckin’ a*holes, uh, yeah (yeah)
linkin'(?) the cash flow
all the way to a moscow, dash, ho
pull up on the scene doin’ a dash, ho
made trades with the drugs and slow*mo
up, down, left, right, a, b, y, x, b*tch, that’s the motherf*ckin’ cheat codes
pull up on the scene, like, d*mn, stitch a n*gga up like a motherf*ckin’ lilo
n*ggas talk stupid, don’t get it, you a b*tch…
[zias talks over juice wrld]
…like some lunch show, n*gga best believe that your mom no bull
this that osam’ flow, this that obam’ flow, this type of d*ck in your mom flow, this let your mom know
b*tch, i go itchin'(?) for the convos, go to vacation in congos
i’ma explode like terrorists
i know that these n*ggas are scared of this
i’m ballin’ on n*ggas, embarassing
they bankin’ on me like a harris kid
get it? bankin’ on me like some harris sh*t
harris’ a bank, don’t you get it?
the subject i spit is like school or some’in’, they may just go have to revist
[interlude: juice wrld, b. lou & zias]
boy, you ain’t heard what he sayin’?
bro
n*gga, you seen, i got the fire out
that sh*t hard
pressure, so much pressure
ashin’ all over my pants!
haha, look
tweakin’, fool
lemme hit that motherf*cker one time
when you need funding for your business, you need it fast
and that’s great—
this protein, you know?
i’m finna act crazy but look, d*mn

[part ii]

[verse 2: juice wrld, b. lou & zias]
pack in the mail, it’s gone
look
hm, put the clip in the gun, it’s armed
transform like megatron
ayy, f*ck is you on?
call of duty the way that i sp*wn
you run up on me, i’ma shoot
i aim my hand out the roof
you is a lie, i’m the truth
superman when i walk in the booth
fallin’ out like a loose ass tooth
run up on me i’ma k!ll you and you
ayy, look
your b*tches, they sticky like glue
i f*ck on that b*tch then i disappear
that b*tch did not have a clue
all of these n*ggas ain’t gettin’ no money
i know that they broke than a b*tch
if you run up on me, then that choppa will hit you for real
’cause my n*ggas hear you talkin’ sh*t, they gon’ pull up on you
and this choppa, these pop like a pill
these n*ggas get k!lled, but i’m lit, ayy
run up on me, i’m lit, just like a bic
n*gga you pop, just like a zit
proactivis or something get popped like a zit
these n*ggas ain’t sh*t but some hoes and some b*tches, ayy
i’m in my lane, no switchin’, ayy
i’m not the same n*gga, i’m different, ayy
ball on ’em just like a piston
march on a n*gga, i’m army enlisted, ayy
f*ck all the competition
i got more drive than bugatti engines, ayy
listen, i’ma go shoot up your party, hm, ayy
pushin’ that work, that work that, yeah, get that bugatti, ayy
drippin’ in them jeans, i’m swag
hold on, i gotta put it in your body
run up on me, you get hit with the shotty
yeah, uh, i got a bad b*tch, yeah, meet me in the lobby
i be f*ckin’ on his b*tch, countin’ money, my hobby
n*gga, you run up but don’t try me, haha
don’t try me, hey
run up like [?], n*gga, don’t try me
choppa a stick up, stick up, stick up, he need a iv
smokin’ on dope, that dope got me so high, i need visine

- juice wrld lyrics

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